Abel (hazbin hotel)x reader
Abel and reader are on business trip and then reader pegs him. Oh and Abel cries . This is my first fic
You and Abel lay next to eachother in a fancy hotel suites king bed , laden with luxurious cotton sheets and some fleece blankets that you and Abel brought on all of your trips, just for a little touch of home wherever you go . Abel turns to you as you switch off your phone and put it on the phone next to you . What an anniversary the two of you were having. 3 years together! And you were spending your anniversary in the archangel areas of heaven for another stupid extermination conference . It’s not like your husband to be inconsiderate though, not at all ; like the romantic loverboy that he is , he’d obviously booked the nicest restaurant and hotel in the area (it’s not like he couldn’t afford it) . However ,on this occasion you too had a special something prepared for your golden-eyed lover.
“Everything alright sweetheart?” Abel gently inquired , his golden pupils dilating noticeably at the sight of you in the warm glow of the soft yellow lamp on the bedside table. Oh this man loved you. And oh how it drove you feral to see the way he looks at you .
“Of course I am ,Angel, I mean I must be the luckiest winner in all of heaven, having the privilege of laying beside the … most appealing of the souls here” you respond , kneeling up and slightly straddling him from the side , running a lewd finger up and down his adorably smooth chest through his satin robe. You could have SWORE you heard a whine through the deep inhale he took in at your action.
“W-well u-uh I- uhhhh. Fuck.” He melts into your touches as you run your fingers towards his sensitive neck and Collar , even groaning through his breathy response . His eyes never leave yours for the entire interaction.
You fully straddle the angel’s hips and leave open mouthed kisses from his collar , to his neck , to his jawline . He’s not even hiding his throaty whines at your actions. God …. He’s So sensitive . Eventually, you make it up to his lips , kissing him deeply and assertively , taking in all his moans in the open-mouthed kiss.
“You know abel, baby, youre not the only one who planned something special for this little trip.” you breathe out seductively, leaving a little nip on his earlobe .
“R-really? Huh- w-what?” He breathes out, still shaken out from the previous actions . 3 years of intimacy with you , and he’s still breathless and blushing like a virgin every time you even just look at him with those low lidded eyes.
“Well sweetheart, do you trust me?”
“My love you could guide me off a building and I’d still come back for more”
“Okay, okay , but I’m not pushing you offa building . But I need you to trust me and tell me if you don’t like this for me , pkay , can you do that for me handsome?”
“Yes ma’am” he responds eyes locking with yours underneath you.
“Such a good boy” you retort, digging your hands into his feathers teasingly.
Good Lord he could have died again then and there.
You dismount his hips, resulting in a disappointed groan from the angel, and reach into your bag to retrieve the box.
From the box, you pull out a custom engraved and moulded strap on and a travel-sized bottle of lube you’d managed to cop from yours and able’s visit to the lust ring a few month ago . Sure was fun trying to explain that cargo to St Peter when you came back…anyways
After pulling the strap on and lube out of the bag and displaying it on the bed , Abel actually punches the air in celebration. What a cute little dork he was. And how lucky you are that you are about to destroy that dorks asshole!
“What position you want baby?” You coo gently, although the nickname baby was more of a tease than anything else.
“Missionary. I wanna see your face . And it’s the holiest I guess , you know …missionary…nuns” he chuckles awkwardly at his ramblings and lies down at the edge of the bed . You snap the strap around your waist and douse it in lube . The bottle says ‘anal no-prep’ so you just hope that it works.
You insert slowly into him , drinking up his every sound , grip, and movement. His eyes start to water as you finally get ‘balls’ deep inside of his asshole.
“Should I move now handsome?”
You start to move at a moderate pace ,but to sensitive little Abel beneath you, it’s enough to bring hot tears streaming down his gold blush-tinted face .
“A-ah s-so fuvking good m-mmm I-I’m gonna I ohmygod gonna come”
“s-shhh baby I know , but be a good boy for me and hold on sweetheart, mhm? Hold it?”
You reposition your hips after you hear Abel’s yelp, usually confirming that you have found his prostate . Your suspicions are confirmed after you begin slamming into that particular spot , causing Abel to grasp onto your back and dig his nails into your shoulders, leaving absolutely delicious marks . He leans into you , eyes rolled back and mouth agape , pathetic, but adorable little noises escaping every possible moment between sharp intakes of what little breath he can take .
That’s when you decide to overstimulate the sobbing mess beneath you , and seductively lick the palm of your hand from the base of wrist to the top of your middle finger, keeping a continuous eye contact and pace with the Angel -you then run the slick hand over his neglected cock , buried in his delectable curly golden bush.
“Mm-mmm ohfuckfuckfucj I- I’m gonna- fuckkk” he practically screams , his face and now pillow wet with his tears of bliss
“Please p-please can I come ? I- I can’t I-“
“Go ahead , be a good boy and come for me”
He shoots his ropes out all over his lower abdomen and your chest letting out probably the sluttiest whine you’ve ever heard . He clings to the bedsheets like a madman and throws his head back , showing you all of the purple marks that you had put so much work into earlier . Oh how gorgeous he looked like this , smeared in the spoils of his owns lusty indulgence .
“Oh… oh god , oh babe … thank you thank you” he gasps like a man drowned . “Now uh… as much as that was great , I’d rather get these robes cleaned of my uh… spermshooter 6700 spoils before the staff get mad…?”
“Of course sweetheart, i mean … I’d quite fancy a shower”